In the past, people have sent me signs from their gyms that I have categorized as “Gym Signs that Suck.” My new (#badass Las Vegas) gym doesn’t have a sign but it does have a list of rules. There is one rule in particular that sucks. See #4.

If you care, I am LOVING it here in Las Vegas. Today marks two weeks and it feels like I have lived here for 6 months.

My first thoughts to share:

So. Much. Sun. My body hasn’t seen this much vitamin D in my entire life.

On my first day here, I got a little sunburn drinking coffee on my porch at 7:00 IN THE MORNING!

One day, I thought there were clouds in the sky but it was actually smoke from a house fire a mile away.

Goodbye seasonal affective disorder! Hello life of applying sunscreen every single day!

Somehow, this insanely stupid website has made it to its second birthday.

I ask and ask and ask and never get a good (or any for that matter) answer: WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?

There is love for all of you that visit me here, but I really really REALLY question your sanity. On a daily basis.

I am using this third year to change things up a bit. In the past, I did a “Fake-Like-You-Care-About-Me” series where I shared a little about me, and it was overwhelmingly well received. Thanks for loving me, Friends.

[hug]

So in addition to posting photos of people in inappropriate denim workout clothing, I occasionally will write other random, unrelated content. I hope you don’t hate this idea. But for right now, I need some variety for my own sanity. Apparently, I have less screws loose than all of you.

With that said, thanks so much, You Weirdos, for sticking with me for TWO WHOLE YEARS.